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Fighting insanity,
every day,
as my life,
slips away.
I feel good,
is what to know,
for my life is my
own traveling show.
How it will end
everyone will know
for I may well be
the next one to go.
Words
Posted on 01/26/2019 at 11:23PM
Poetry
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The words that come to me
Do so, it seems, quite frequently.
Write I must, for all to see,
The struggle with my sanity.
